Rapid Reactions (A Mindless Behavior Story)

Little did we know (Part One)

Previously: Holy wakes up and thinks about the past for the first time in a while, and that is when regret started to sink in. She realises that despite her love for Diggy, Khalil was her first and true love. She starts to understand what people mean with the term "if the love is real it never dies" as she notices she never stopped loving him. She realises that she suppressed the feelings for him so she could only think about Diggy. Aimee is roaming around the university campus in one piece but her anonymous stalker is content on breaking her - by threatening another friend of hers. But if it's not Khalil texting her, who is?

*Tyra's POV*
There was something particularly weird about the silence that lingered through my room the night following Khalil and Aimee's encounter, it was almost unreal. I felt numb, like I was floating into the atmospheres oblivion. Guilt. It was all guilt. I didn't even understand how I had got myself tied into this mess, how I managed to betray my friend. How I even had the audacity to try and kill my friend. "Kill!" I must of been high of the adrenaline because never in my life would I have thought I would take a life, no matter where I was raised. It was against all of my morals, yet in he heat of the moment, I didn't even care enough to see if I had really taken one of my best friends lives. All for what, sex, love? "This isn't me, this isn't the life I want for myself and I definitely don't want to be this person I'm turning into. There has to be a way to stop." I felt like I was floating around my room with these these thoughts, this silence was making me lightheaded. "What have I become?"

I couldn't blame anyone but myself, I had got myself into this mess because of my immaturity - and because I was naive. From the beginning, right from when (yn) returned and we all where boarding the coach - a week ago today, I was being spoilt. I was the one who had the obsession with the boy band so I was the one who should of been blessed with a relationship with one of them. I went on that bus with this mind set and left with the same one, and this was the mindset that wound me up alone drowning in silence and an unstable mental state.

From the moment I meat Khalil I should of noticed what was wrong, I should of known that nothing would come from a drunken quicky, but he made me feel like a princess, he made me feel exactly how I wanted to feel - loved. Well at least I thought it was love, but it wasn't, it was an uncalled-for one night stand that happened to be to his own advantage. How stupid I must of seemed, telling him about all my petty problems in my drunken state. Sobbing to a complete stranger about my life and how "(yn) was getting everything she wanted but she didn't even get real punishment for all she had done in the past" little did I know. I lead him to all of my friends, I lead him to Holy, the blood was on my hands...

***Flashback***

Khalil: remember baby, you've got to stall as long as you can, spiking the drink will only make him less aware. But if he loves her as much as she claims he does then he might just be able to snap out of it by the time I've got her.

Me: don't worry about a thing, I know what to do.

I walked out his car feeling like if I didn't complete what I was asked to do properly I would be in danger myself. I walked into the bar that Roger texted he would be in, he was one of Diggy's best friends so he would not suspect him to drug him. I would then be the one to keep him long enough for Khalil to find and capture Holy. I Took a deep breath then painted a smile so sweet no one would resist, I walked up to the bar and ordered a non alcoholic cocktail and waited for Roger to do the signal

Roger: wow, she's fine

Diggy: who?

Roger: the Indianan looking girl to our left

Diggy: oh her! That's Tyra, she really did get more Indian features didn't she?

As he gave me a cheeky wink to acknowledge me, I saw Roger take a quick glance around then poured the white power into Diggy's drink then mix it with the straw. By the time Diggy turned back Roger had already lifted the drinks and was walking towards sitting next to me. Diggy chuckled at what he thought was his friends flirtation and followed. Little did he know.